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Can It Be All So Simple (Remix)

It's the remix son

Can it be, act like you know

Check it

Yo, check what happened out of state

I'm knocking off a half-a-cake cash rule, flying at a fast rate

I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin' in lust

Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush

Baggy jeans, wallabee clarks, pretty woman

I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom

I hung around the big time bosses

Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources

Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey

Chef had that bitch stacey slippin in Macy's

I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped

And got licked like papsy in a mob flick I got hit

Stumblin holdin my neck to the god's rest

Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my guess

Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery

Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?

I should've stayed in job corp, but now I'm a outlaw

Ray cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga

Can it be that it was all so simple then?

Dedicated to the gods and earths

Dedicated to babies who came feet first

Dedicated to up north and down state

Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights

Dedicated to projects with black kids

Dedicated to man who build pyramids

Word up! what the fuck yo?

We taking you on another chamber

Word up son, you know how we be on it

Yeah it's real

Show these crabs how to rhyme man

I think it's time to bless them, word up

Bulletproof

First chamber

Yo chef yo

It started off on the island, ak shaolin niggaz wildin

Old folks scream : stop the violence!

True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz

Playin nuff crap games for what see?

Back in days, crime pays in mad ways

Sportin tommy hil with caves 360 waves

And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 benz

Mad 10's with mad diamonds

Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife

I paid the price throughout my hood life

Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid

God forbid I lay in the casket

But now I'm all about g-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke

I wash my mouth out with soap

And I got my act together, 'lo sweaters and better

And fat leather, so whatever, bring it on

Can it be that it was all so simple then?

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written by BERGMAN, ALAN/BERGMAN, MARILYN/HAMLISCH, MARVIN

Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group

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